I’ve been asked that question many times. My friend and mentor Deanna wonders if I am a writer or a Chameleon. My friend Arthur and I can’t have a decent conversation without coming up with some story outline. My friend Justin calls me ‘the idea generator’ and my husband encourages me to work on one … More Where does your inspiration come from?
I did not denounce my father, but I should have. My father disappeared soon after the war. Most people thought he was dead, a few claimed he had escaped. My mother never mentioned his name again and remarried. I was in college when scholars began using the term ‘Holocaust’. The horrors of the camps were … More Do Not Condemn Me For My Father’s Sins
My appointment with May-Ling Chen, Singapore’s respected scholar, political figure and philanthropist, had been cancelled, rescheduled and postponed too many times. I was young, I was ambitious, I needed that interview for the magazine I was working for. I was convinced it would boost my career. I continued calling Madam Chen’s office every day, several … More The Black Child
It was late when you came home from the office, weary and tired. I was pottering around, some music playing in the background. Through the kitchen window, I could see snowflakes twirling down in the dark and silently piling up on the ground. Everything was quiet. You sat down and handed me a letter. “She … More She
